The Athiest
Always believing
So sure of self
Who is a god
But a figure on your shelf?
How can you believe
In what you can never see?
If you believe in him
Can you believe in me?
The proof you provide
Is only but lies
I will only accept
What I view with my eyes.
When the end comes
is what you pictured in your death?
Or will you be dissatisfied
As you take your last breath?
I may not be real
But I'm more believable than he
You can touch me, see me, hear me,
but he is just an elegy.
I will not say its impossible
But it is improbable
Until my mind perceives
Its only a myth, a fable.
The being you all worship
To me is just a poor joke
Without substance, or punchline
Not ever once he spoke.
Let me be painfully realistic
Its all in your head just to survive
Your imagination is but a mystic
From these thoughts he will derive.
I'm not the type to poke fun
Just the type to tell a truth.
But if im not your cup of tea,
Then I'll take my leave, like your proof.
So sure of self
Who is a god
But a figure on your shelf?
How can you believe
In what you can never see?
If you believe in him
Can you believe in me?
The proof you provide
Is only but lies
I will only accept
What I view with my eyes.
When the end comes
is what you pictured in your death?
Or will you be dissatisfied
As you take your last breath?
I may not be real
But I'm more believable than he
You can touch me, see me, hear me,
but he is just an elegy.
I will not say its impossible
But it is improbable
Until my mind perceives
Its only a myth, a fable.
The being you all worship
To me is just a poor joke
Without substance, or punchline
Not ever once he spoke.
Let me be painfully realistic
Its all in your head just to survive
Your imagination is but a mystic
From these thoughts he will derive.
I'm not the type to poke fun
Just the type to tell a truth.
But if im not your cup of tea,
Then I'll take my leave, like your proof.